[It would be wrong to say that his image means nothing here — Connor is here, and the weight of one android’s view of him, his expectations, is equal to that of thousands. There was no difference, not when he had to stand tall with his shoulders squared, ever pressing onward, looking forward. There’s so much about his future that he doesn’t know about, but Markus isn’t completely oblivious to what it might hold; he can feel the almost-reverence from the other every day, and it simultaneously feels bolstering and like a heavy stone weighted in his chest.
Even if he’s unaware of what Noctis knows of him, the last thing Markus ever wants to do is disappoint. To look weak, to act reckless, to hurt others.]
…Thank you. That’s for the best.
[What he said might hurt more than any physical damage done to Connor. Markus was almost surpirsed at how his own rhetoric could turn so cynical, so biting, in such a small window of time.]
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Even if he’s unaware of what Noctis knows of him, the last thing Markus ever wants to do is disappoint. To look weak, to act reckless, to hurt others.]
…Thank you. That’s for the best.
[What he said might hurt more than any physical damage done to Connor. Markus was almost surpirsed at how his own rhetoric could turn so cynical, so biting, in such a small window of time.]
But what do you possibly have to apologize for?